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Life games, music, magic and all the rest. Adventures of the fringe of the fringe amongst the.. "People's Republic of Brighton and Hove"


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Untitled (Brighton, June 1 2017)

13412975_10153806693458031_4064815948681787480_nBrighton is that sort of place that makes you want to throw off all responsibilities and declare everything a holiday forever. The beach is always there, whispering all Siren. Bright sun through the window. The promise of fluttering sparks of energy, dancing with your gaggle of tremendous oddities. The spinning rides in motion on the end of the pier, tangential lines and angles.

The sun is out, the beach is full. People have plenty to do, but sometimes the call of the beach is greater. Everyone feels a bit guilty about it for a moment, then laughs it off. If you escape the guilt you feel the tingle of a kind of immense freedom. The streets are full of shopping mothers, folk on lunch breaks, weaving hippies, mod stance, fluttering gulls and pigeons. The sunshine/chatter/open/flit through the crowds in a sea of possibility. This is the only place in the country where most people vote Green. And you can feel it. 

And still violence happens. Gaybash tourism to St James’ St, drunk football louts shouting trans* slurs, almost no one realising how insidiously racist the stupid little things that fall out of their conditioned minds and mouths often are… all of the above is true, but also this is England. This is life. This is not so different, and the streets are full of dickheads and people who have no idea they could stop griping at each other. Cops. And people who are unable to get a roof over their heads.

I remembered recently a primary root of the floatsome weight that seems so often to be inside of me, the heartache at the core of my being, all hoofy and impossible. I remembered why there is a seriousness, and why I have responsibilities to it. Plus I also have to eat, pay rent. It would be great to get out of debt. Fun doesn’t pay for itself either…  and wouldn’t it be nice to buy some records again one day.

But look at Brighton, although you can’t see it the sun shines through the window all shimmers and you know it’s out there, holiday town, mini windmills, put on those imagined or actual cowboy boots, a featherbow-a, little shorts and a spangling attitude. Mince down that promenade like you know you were made to! Howl at the folk trying to get on with their regular lives. Fall over laughing. We’re glitter trash queer party otherworld motherfuckers from the future. We’d better make it right now!

And later in the soft moonlight, crash hush waves, repeat, repeat, and the two moons hang gentle power in the sky. Close companions suddenly on why we are no more to blame for this mess than the moths and butterflies, leaves on the trees gentle rattle, yet sit in shared responsibility still, as with so many things. Remember the stillness, the wide open brilliance of sitting on this rock in space and staring out to sea, out to the universe.

Absurdist patterns that we make together and apart are not merely to shock each other into realisation of political emptiness, no. And that is why those tools cannot be left to reside in the hands of those who do not at all seem to perceive these things (and also why those tools may still yet have effects on them that we have not yet seen). It is the profound emptiness of everything that floats our boats and blows wind in our sails, the experience of consciousness that for a moment in time appreciates it, and within it the being of those glorious roots and connections, flutters that function so obviously as this is one, this strange process, us strange process, universe, All.

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Mindfuck of Operation Mindfix

This may be controversial but it seems like a thing worth saying and saying clearly…. A lot of this blog by the very lovely John Higgs really resonates with me, but there’s something in it and the more or less universal adoration of it as a whole amongst the Discordians I know has left me…   surprised.. and y’know… a bit….  Well lets just say I perceive something in all of this that seems to have the potential to mellow out a really brilliant and powerful force (and a daft one) in this whole religion-joke-worldview-wtfm99-joke-religion thing. A force I personally suspect we could use more than ever.

What’s with *this*?

“It is too soon to definitively label and define, but the designer Amoeba has coined the temporarily-useful name Operation Mindfix. As he says, Operation Mindfuck is over for Discordians because it is unnecessary in the post-2016 world. From now on, the ongoing work can be considered part of Operation Mindfix.”

Operation Mindfix. Hmm…  I love getting on the self love evolution leading to world/universe wide shifts train as much as the next meditating, Aya drinking hippie – but mindfixed? Isn’t this something… else? And are these kind of platitudes the way to do it?… 

There are heavy comparisons to be made with the political and wider situation right now and the concept of Chapel Perilous (we have all been making them), and there are also comparisons to be made between the actions of the “alt right” and Operation Mindfuck.

But am I the only one thinking that to equate these things completely seems to miss so many layers of possibility, imagination and dimensionality. The most expansive and terrifying and exciting parts of these things… and the silliest and most fun ones.

Operation Mindfuck isn’t JUST to upset the powers that be, is it? Isn’t it also to free each other and ourselves. A form of persisting in folly a la Alan Watts, a form of healthy confusion, a way to make ourselves laugh and see how ridiculous it all is. Yep, it can get a lot more messed up than that too.. but are people really that free thinking and unsure they’re right just now that it’s no longer useful? Are WE ourselves, really, all the time? Are the other people you encounter? That it wouldn’t make a good part of the type of narrative construction being talked about elsewhere in the blog? Doesn’t look like it to me…….

Besides, in a chaotic world chaos may be one of our best weapons. As John himself says earlier in the blog:

“The real gut-kick is when people confidently proclaim that we should return to the pre-post-truth world, and then think about how to do that, and slowly realise that not only is it impossible but that there was no pre-post-truth world in the first place.”

There was no pre-post-truth world. And people are still looking for simple solutions. They still want those things to solve everything, to be right, to be final. And those with more power are still lying so that the solutions those people wind up going for are the things that suit those with power best, rather than the ones that are useful for people. They’re still convincing people that they are doing things for their benefit which are quite the opposite. Isn’t there… space for disruption here? Space for throwing a few of those golden apples at this wedding they so clearly “forgot” to invite us to?….

Anyhoo – some thoughts and questions, all meant with love. I could probably go on, but perhaps better not. Perhaps on numerous levels I’ve been mindfucked here… by John, by Amoeba, by myself…   who knows? I’m happy with that. Sisters, Brothers and other Siblings…   The antes may be considerably upped at present. Who knows where these next few years will take us. But I sincerely hope we keep playing with each other. And have you considered heating in this cold weather? I heard about a government funding scheme that may be able to help.